to a mine,
what happens in t'community, happens to everybody.
TRAIN HORN BLARES
TANNOY CHIMES
We are now approaching Newstead, Newstead Station.
This service is calling at all stations
to Nottingham.
HE SNIFFS
LOUD CRASH, HE GASPS
BRAKES SQUEAL
Sorry, ladies and gentlemen, there's just something...
..on the... I've just got to check...
BIRDS CAW
CAWING CONTINUES
Right. Let's gather. Had a murderer on the loose for 48 hours
and a very jittery village, so no fussing and flapping.
Come on.
HUM OF CONVERSATION
Right.
SHUSHING
Erm...
..just give me a minute, will you?
DCS St Clair?
St Clair. DI Salisbury.
Kevin.
We've dealt with each other before, during...
Yeah, a lifetime ago, though, eh?
I was surprised when they told me you were actually coming up.
I mean, all we needed from your force was some restricted
information on a victim file.
Could have sent you the questions online,
power of Zoom and all that. Yeah, I'm sure.
But the powers that be and all that.
My commissioner wanted to offer actual assistance, not just words.
So, here I am.
Right, well, I'm just taking the morning briefing,
but there's a kitchen down there if you want a coffee.
Maybe I could sit in, if that would be useful?
This is DI Salisbury from the Metropolitan Police.
He's here to offer us any, um...assistance we might need.
Morning. Morning.
Now, the arrow that was let loose into Gary's body
was from a crossbow.
And the light source on his skull shows the shape of a butt,
probably from the same weapon.
Cleaver?
Our victim profile of Gary Jackson, loving husband, dad and grandad,
retired miner, remained politically active as a member of the NUM,
mainly with ex-miners north of the border, but unpopular
with some swathes of the community here for staying out
throughout in '84.
The landlady at the welfare said a pool ball was thrown after Gary
used the word "scab".
He had his usual three pints of mix.
Neighbours have told us that Gary's been calling him that for years
and nothing's ever happened before.
And I mean, come on, I've been called worse.
Haven't we all? Right, what about The Sparrows,
the archery range?
Yeah, I'm still working my way through a list of visitors,
including any other, you know, so-called scabs.
All right, OK.
Odd as it might sound, particularly for the younger ones,
and I don't mean to be patronising, but that word is still incredibly
loaded and very painful round here,
where most of the miners didn't join the strike when the majority
of miners in the UK did.
And Gary Jackson was an exception in Nottinghamshire,
joining the picket line where that word was shouted
out and caused a lot of anger and extreme violence.
So be mindful, all right?
You know, the tensions still rumble on and we don't want
to make things worse.
So, what about this dog?
No, nothing really.
Right. Well, get onto the radio stations, get the word out.
And what about the powder that was found in Gary's garden?
Yeah. Spoke to the lab.
There's traces of ketamine, but it's burnt to shit.
But they're going to do their best.
Sir.
Sorry. Control have been in touch.
There's a train service near Newstead
that's been attacked by an arrow.
What?
Well, let's get down there.
You carry on with this. Right.
Er, should I come with? Well, I don't know what the expectations
of Scotland Yard are... Well, my understanding was that
Nottingham made contact for help. ..but all we needed was information.
OK, fair enough.
We'll take my car. It's ten minutes. Right.
Erm, can I leave my stuff here? Whatever you want. Nice one.
I mean, unless he IS in his room and not answering...
But, no, no, I don't think he's in there. I think he's...
We've got his sentencing this afternoon. Yeah, he'll be back.
He's just having one last night of freedom.
That's all, or summat. You know, he had nothing to do with...
So why didn't you tell the police about his weapons, then?
How could you not have told them that? Plenty of folk would do
that kind of thing - they're not killers!
I just don't know what to write in a card like this.
Well, you don't write. She's your bleedin' sister. You go round,
for Christ's sake. She won't want me to!
And I can't just not say anything, can I? I can't not acknowledge it.
So what do you want me to do, then, Fred? What am I expected to do?
I'm going to write!
Where did I put my tool box?
SHE SIGHS
PHONE VIBRATES
Ah...
PHONE BEEPS
VAN DOOR CLOSES
DOOR CLOSES
I'll be back in about an hour, then. Clear the outhouse, as well.
I've just reset the devices. They're about to do another run.
I don't want the pigs finding your stuff if they search for it, Rory.
And they will fucking search for it, so...
Do as your mother says.
Ronan, give him a hand. There's a good boy.
And, Rory...
Yeah, I'm not really sure what assistance I can provide
beyond saying that it appears to be an arrow and it came
from that direction over there. I'd say between 50 to 75 yards away.
However, the trajectory is harder to determine.
Well, can we at least check for prints? Yes, sir.
Would an inclinometer help? You know, a laser pointer.
You line it up with the angle of impact... Yeah, I know what
an inclinometer is. But for an arrow, factoring in the wind,
the skill of the shooter,
not to mention the train in motion upon impact,
I'm not sure it would help.
Well, it's just a thought.
Anything else? No, that's it. I'll get this to the lab.
Cheers. Thank you.
Yeah, it's DCS St Clair again.
I need NPAS to send up a helicopter ASAP.
So not a one-off, then?
Who knows? Could just be some silly twat imitating.
All those people, a driver...
Could be aiming at all of them or none of them, just random.
Where's it to and from, the line?
The city, Nottingham. The villages.
And that's really what it's called? Robin Hood?
I wouldn't. The boss hates that kind of thing. What kind of thing?
Stories. Highfalutin ideas.
Oi. HE WHISTLES
What's with the notepad?
Notes.
Sorry to keep you waiting.
Oh! Oh, we met. Saturday night.
Oh, yes. Yeah. Neel's wedding.
Oh, erm, DI Salisbury.
Oh, my. The Met. What are you lot doing up here?
Is this your regular route, Andy? Would someone know
that you were going to pass at this time of day? Yeah.
Yeah, it's every day. It's, er...
What, you think they were aiming at me, whoever this is?
Well, can you think of anyone or any reason why someone might do this?
HE EXHALES SHARPLY Erm...
I can't think.
LETTERBOX BANGS
SHE INHALES SHARPLY
Well, I'll get his suit ready, in case.
So...
..fired from that direction
and then scarper back in there.
What's that called?
That's Annesley Woods, part of the old Sherwood Forest.
HELICOPTER APPROACHES
Don't.
RADIO COMMS
RONAN: I could do it. You know, instead of the phones.
I could, like, click on a load of things
and like stuff and just do whatever.
This automation software runs thousands of clicks an hour.
You ain't that good, pal.
It's only pocket money, anyhow. Not to be sniffed at,
but just trying to make us more protected, you know? For change.
Modern world. Not everyone gets it.
He did, though...didn't he?
That lad who'd come up here and train on the archery range.
I just th...
You know, I just thought, you come down here with him sometimes,
you know, just talking tech and stuff.
Look at him. Little man, with your beady eyes everywhere.
No, no, I was just... It's all right. Family, innit?
Look out for each other.
Listen, this old boy that got killed the other night...
The pigs are going to be looking at us, as ever,
cos of who we are and with it being an arrow.
The problem is, Sunday, we were just here, us lot.
You were out, weren't you?
With a mate, you said.
Is he a good mate, this mate?
Yeah.
The thing is, I'm sorry to ask, but you know what they're like.
It'd really help if you and him could agree that I was
with you, an' all, on the park, having a kickabout.
Then we all just came back here,
and we were all just here, if anyone asks.
That'd be all right?
BANGING
All right. All right, mate?
Thing is, it's my fence too. I know, and we always said
we'd wait until after the wedding,
and it's... Well, it's after the wedding.
It's just nice to use the momentum, that's all. All this new stuff...
OK, well, I've just had a bit of a day of it, that's all,
and I've come home to that mess outside.
Look, I'm not being funny, but how old was that fence?
It's practically rotten. We'll cover the cost,
and it's better for the both of us, then, eh? Right, Neel? Hey. Hey.
There'll be a gate, still, won't there, between us?
That was important to your mum.
Neel? Yeah. Where do you think for this occasional chair?
Here? Mm, yeah.
Oh!
What's an occasional chair?
It's a chair you only sit on occasionally.
What kind of chair do you only sit on only occasionally?
Dad... Am I the only one who's never heard of that?
Eh? An occasional chair.
Hotels have them. Oh!
Why?
LAUGHS Are we arguing about a chair?
I'm not.
You're off straight away, are you?
Have to. Work. Manchester.
And then we've got our trip to Yorkshire - your steam train ride.
NEEL CHUCKLES
That poor man on the news - he was at your reception.
I bumped into him. Yeah.
His...his wife works for me at the building society.
I invited her. I didn't know him, though, but...
Today on the train line, er, someone...aimed something at my cab.
I think they think it's the same, erm...
That I'm being, like...
For some reason.
And, erm, I think... Dad?
Come here. All right. All right.
ANDY LAUGHS
Thanks for that speech.
Was it all right?
Yeah. And the money.
Yeah. Yeah, you're welcome.
Look what we got. Just wired it up.
DEVICE CHIMES It's Bluetooth.
Plays all the way through the house. Pick a song on your phone.
Here, give me yours. Yeah.
Just log in and, er...
DEVICE: Bluetooth connected.
..pick a song. I don't have any songs.
On the internet, then. Just pick anything.
I can't think of anything, Neel.
All right. OK. Yeah. All right.
See you later. I'll see you later, yeah.
ANDY SIGHS
So, you still live round here?
Way back when, I think you lived in the village.
I did, but now I live on the outskirts of the village.
You married?
Yes.
Kids?
No.
No?
How's your brother doing?
Let's not.
So, how long do we have you for, then, to go through all this?
Well, like I say, I'm not completely sure
how much use I'm going to be.
Dog. What? Dog. Black dog.
Taylor...
..and that - I mean her, sorry - to forensics.
I need the collar and the lead checking for DNA and prints.
Oh, and Gary Jackson and Andy Fisher, the driver of the train,
they were both at the same wedding reception on Saturday.
Get me a list of the guests, will you? Starting with me and my wife.
Yep, sure thing.
Look, if it's... if it's not too presumptuous,
can I suggest one thing? You're obviously dying to say something,
so why don't you? But I can assure you we're quite competent up here.
I'm not saying you're not. Come on, you're a DCS, I'm a lowly DI.
If anybody should be feeling...
It's just I might have investigated a larger sample sum of murders
down there, that's all. Oh, yeah, you think so? Try me. Go on.
293.
Well, London sounds fucking lovely.
If you swab the dog's mouth, you might get a human profile
to go through the DNA database. The dog might have bitten the murderer.
Boss? From the lab. We have a match on prints
from a polythene bag in the Jackson back yard.
Aside from the victims, there were two other sets,
both with records - Michael and Rory Sparrow.
Great. You got a warrant? Working on it now.
Let's go. Look, you can tag along, if you want. Yeah.
But, hey, don't be flashing that badge around. The Met still provokes
a lot of reaction round here. Well, if we're heading out,
I might as well change into an actual suit, at least look like
an investigating officer. The bog's down there. All right.
I'll see you in the car. Yeah.
CAR DOOR CLOSES We're just a family taxi firm.
You're saying you haven't handled any class A drugs
in the last couple of weeks?
Well, I don't...I don't recall doing so, no.
And you, sir, run an archery range?
And you've had no contact with Gary Jackson either?
Cos we found a burnt carrier bag in Gary's garden
with your fingerprints on it
and traces of ketamine.
Unbelievable.
This is un...
You lot, you've been after this family for years, haven't you?
And now there's a... Jesus, a dead body,
and you can't believe your bloody luck.
You daft bastards.
There's plenty you could do us for if you had half a brain.
Mickey... There you are, having to make stuff up.
While we're playing guess the fuck who,
what's wrong with simple Simon over here?
Oh, I'm just here to observe...
..son. You live round here, don't you? He does, aye.
I picked his missus up.
Lovely little place off Derby Road.
Excuse me. Sir, same fletching pattern as those that hit the train.
Yeah, well, we sell them to visitors. Folk like that pattern.
Right. Well, Michael Sparrow, Rory Sparrow, I'm arresting you
on the suspicion of the murder... Oh, this is fucking ridiculous!
You do not have to say anything... You've done this before.
You know the drill. It's all right, we'll sort it.
It's not too tight, is it?
Yeah, bag that up, will you?
PHONE BUZZES
Hey. I can't really talk.
HELEN: There's somebody firing arrows around the town.
Well, where'd you hear that? A story online. Some train this morning?
Shit.
Should I be worried?
No, no, you're fine. No, I meant you, idiot, out and about.
No, I'm fine. Look, we've...we've got someone. Talk to you later.
Bye.
The solicitor says that the judge has issued
a warrant for his arrest for missing his sentencing.
Right.
Well, that doesn't matter, he was going to jail anyway.
But this will only add to it, won't it?
So what now?
Well, I don't know. The police'll probably come here, won't they?
Police are already here. There's half a dozen on every street.
Well, maybe that's why they haven't. Maybe that's why they won't,
because there's not enough of them. A small matter like this...
Fred?
HE SIGHS
SHE EXHALES
JULIE: We're drinking, I'm sorry.
Actually, I don't know why I said that. I'm not sorry.
And, yeah, this is my underage 16-year-old granddaughter.
Yeah, I know, arrest me. Do you want one?
No.
Oh, go on. Why not?
All right.
I've only got white wine.
That's fine.
So what's up?
Can I ask, erm...
..what's your relationship with the Sparrow family?
Oh, God, not them. Jesus Christ, tell me it's not them.
No, we don't have any dealings with that lot. Why would we?
They're a bunch of...
Oh, shit.
The allotment.
Yeah, this is...this is Gary's.
And that's the Sparrows'.
I think this is the only contact they ever had, but...
Go and see if we can get some access. Yes, sir.
I suppose I'm going to have to pick all this, aren't I?
RAIN PATTERS
Is it soon? I've no idea.
And when do you pick bloody parsnips? I haven't a clue.
He's got a fancy camera there,
sends pictures to his computer or summat, I don't know.
SHOUTING
DISTANT BARKING
HE SIGHS
DOOR CLOSES
PHONE RINGS
Cinds? Is it true?
Is it your family, Ronan, killed my grandad? They wouldn't.
Except they would, wouldn't they? You don't know, you weren't there.
You were with me. Oi, they're not like that.
Come and see me, then.
You come and you look me in the eyes and you tell me that.
I can't.
Why?
The police are here. Listen, just wait. Just please...
It's the police. They've always done...
Just leave me alone, OK? If my mum and nan found out
I've been messing about with a...
They would've killed me as it was, anyway, even before all this.
Why would they have? I'm going.
No, go on, say it.
A security camera shows Gary entering your allotment
and taking something,
and then the next day you and your son searching his plot.
Were you looking to take revenge on Gary for taking your gear?
I'm not the vengeful type. Too busy.
How do you account for your fingerprints on the burnt packet
of drugs, then?
We've absolutely no scooby.
So where were you on the night of Sunday the 12th?
Well, like our Ronan's already told you,
I were on t'park with him and his mate.
And we all walked home together about eight or nine.
So was it eight or nine?
I dunno. I don't have a watch.
Do you know Andrew Fisher? He's the driver of a train that were attacked
this morning. No comment.
Must be handy having an... archery range in your garden.
You must be quite good now.
Well...
Fairly handy. Not bad.
Not bad.
FOOTSTEPS APPROACH
Long day?
Yeah, well, it sounds like you've got a strong case -
motive, arrows...
And I suppose all this is a sort of moot issue now, innit?
Not for me, it isn't.
This doesn't add up.
Gary's arrest file.
As you'll see, there's a lot that I can't see,
which is odd for an on-paper law-abiding husband
whose charges were dropped. Yeah, I don't disagree.
It's weird seeing these cardboard folders, isn't it,
in the age of digitised everything?
Is there a transcript of the interview or an audio recording?
Well, as I'm sure you know, the taping of interviews
didn't start until 1991.
Oh, yeah. But I spoke to Gary that night, so I remember.
There was a lot that wasn't straightforward. But that was.
He was accused, arrested, new evidence came forward
and he were cleared, so why...
..why the secrecy?
Isn't that why you're here, to shed light on this?
I'm afraid I think my superiors sent me here
because they're not granting access to any of this.
So, what? You're just a gesture?
Well, that's nice. I'm very touched. But I need to know...
..if this adds to any other motivation for Gary's murder.
Well, you've got the motivation.
He burnt the Sparrows' drugs. And good for him.
If there were anything amiss or anything new about that night,
I need to know.
Look, I can only tell you what I know, all right?
One evening in October 1984...
..which would have been about, what, six months into the strike...
..and there was a tip-off that implicated Gary and four others
as being involved in an attack which...
..caused some serious personal injury.
And one fatality.
I was billeted here with hundreds of other London officers
to help police the escalating violence.
By sheer circumstance...
..I was able to vouch for Gary that night...
..although I didn't know him from Adam.
And for which, incidentally, a black mark went against my name...
..for which, I believe, has forever f...
HE CHUCKLES
SALISBURY CLEARS HIS THROAT
Well, we appreciate you coming up.
We've booked you on the train tomorrow morning.
SHOP BELL DINGS
DOOR CLOSES
SHOP BELL DINGS
DOOR CLOSES
Er, sorry. It's, erm...
It's Jenny, right?
Jenny Ryan? Well, it's been a while since I was Jenny Ry...
Is...?
Kevin! Yeah.
Sorry, I just...
Why on earth are you...? I was called up to assist with...
Gary Jackson? Why? Why would they...?
Well, I didn't ask to come back. I was assigned.
They needed some information because of what ha...
I'm sorry, erm,
I didn't deliberately... I thought I'd be in and out.
Well, I am in and out. I'm off home tomorrow.
And what is home? London? Yeah.
What about you? You, erm, still teaching?
Headmistress. Local primary.
Oh, wow! Thanks. That's great.
HE CLEARS HIS THROAT Thank you.
Er, family?
Yeah. Well, no kids.
Get enough of them at...
But, yeah. You? Did...?
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
11.32, duck. Thank you.
DEVICE BEEPS
Well, I'm glad I bumped into you.
It would have been weird not to. Yeah.
Nice to see you.
Likewise.
4.99.
DOOR CLOSES
Sorry.
HE EXHALES SLOWLY
TV: The steam train and its railway...
HE SNORES SOFTLY
Huh! Er...
DEVICE BEEPS
AROUSED MOANING
MOANING CONTINUES
Neel, it's coming through the speakers, even downstairs.
ON PHONE: Just turn it off.
Turn it off on the downstairs speaker. All right.
DEVICE BEEPS
Are you sure it's not you watching a dirty porno in your room?
I'm in Manchester. It's not going to reach that far, is it?
Have you tried...?
Oh, no.
Shit.
For fuck's sake... What?
PHONE VIBRATES
Neel? What time is it?
Dad, are you...?
Um, I'm not sure how to ask this, but...
..I think you might be watching something
that's coming through on t'speakers at ours.
Dad? Wh-What do you mean? No, no, no, no. It's all right, Dad.
Disconnect on the Bluetooth settings. I wasn't doing anything,
I was just... It must've been some kind of mistake or something.
You...
You didn't tell Sarah, did you?
That it was me?
No. It's no biggie, Dad, just...turn Bluetooth off.
Sleep tight. NEEL HANGS UP
HIS BREATH TREMBLES
HE SOBS
Er... HE CLEARS HIS THROAT
Well, thank you. Thanks for inviting me.
I am keen to keep you all,
as councillors, up to speed with the situation.
As many of you know, I grew up round here. You know, I was...
This was my beat as a young constable.
So I know the potential of something like this
to inflame divisions in the community.
Now, I can tell you that we have some people in custody.
Yeah, but you know what folk are saying, though, right?
That some fucker's targeting striking miners.
I mean, who's next? Am I next?
No, we...have no reason to believe that's the case.
After all, Mr Fisher here was the victim of the act of aggression.
I hope the local elections are still going to be able to run all right,
cos there are certain parties here who tend to benefit
from a lower turnout.
So if they're pushing for that, I'd just bear that in mind.
Oh, come on, it was a joke. We're all going to get re-elected.
Well, technically, you're not getting re-elected
as an independent, are you?
You'd be getting newly elected as a Conservative.
I've always, deep down, been a Conservative, William.
But until recently, that was like saying
I had shit on toast for breakfast round here.
Only it turns out we were the silent majority all along
and just too intimidated to say. And if anyone should be worried
about what this attack might spark,
it's those who come from the families that...
Well, look, I won't speak ill of the dead - Gary Jackson -
that's not who I am.
But back in the day, the attacks on my father from striking miners,
my father, who ran the coach company
that ferried the miners that wanted to work
across the picket line despite, well,
the eggs if you were lucky, the bricks if you weren't...
You want to know where I get my politics from, Bill?
My belief in the right of the individual to choose, that's where.
DISTANT BARKING
HE GROANS
POLICE RADIO COMMS
So, not to state the bloody obvious,
but given that the Sparrows were in custody last night...
PHONE RINGS That's Chakrabarti at the table.
Gimme a sec.
Cleaver.
Mm-hm. Go ahead.
Thanks, Sally.
Mr Chakrabarti? I'm Detective Superintendent St Clair.
I'd just like to ask you some questions.
So, you were Gary Jackson's solicitor, yeah?
Yeah, I...
We were pursuing a new wrongful arrest claim,
that's all, from back in the '80s.
But I've no idea why he would have been killed or...
..why I'm now, er...
Did you, erm, have any dealings with the Sparrow family at all?
Dealings? No. But I know of them.
Sir? Minute.
Why would they want to hurt me?
Well... No. Sir.
You'll need to be thanking cockney what's-his-chops.
The dog came through from a bite - DNA in the database.
Rowley was meant to appear for sentencing
in the magistrates' court yesterday, but he didn't show.
SIREN WAILS, TYRES SCREECH
WATER RUNS
DISHES CLINK
Armed police! Armed police! Oh!
Hands behind your back!
SHE YELPS On the floor! On the floor, come on!
Hands behind your back!
CATHY YELPS
SHE WHIMPERS Stay where you are!
Fred?!
HE EXCLAIMS IN PAIN
Mrs Rowley, we have Scott's DNA connected to the crime scene,
so we need to talk to him.
Why would he?
How could he?
This is you.
This is your fault! What am I going to say to her?
What's anyone going to say to us? Mr Rowley, can you think
why Scott would want to kill Gary? FRED SIGHS
Look, it's extremely important that you answer my questions
as best you can, so that if it is Scott, we can find out
why he's doing this and prevent what he's planning on doing next.
So I need you to think why he's choosing these targets,
these people and places -
Gary, the train at Newstead yesterday, the solicitor today.
Gary's widow, that's your sister, isn't it, Cathy?
Yeah. Nothing to do with Scott, though. They're not related.
He had nowt to do with them. I had nowt to do with them.
Practically avoided the hell out of each other. Ask her.
It's well known that Gary was pretty vocal about his politics, though,
and that you were a working miner and you stayed in work in '84.
Yeah, but...
That's me.
You know, Scott wasn't even born, for fu...
He didn't care about any of that. He didn't give a shit.
He just spent all his time on his computers. Didn't he?
Oh, but that's what folk are going to make out, innit?
That it's all to do with me somehow.
Right, yeah. Well, what have I done?!
Oh...
He was due to be sentenced yesterday for benefit fraud.
Yeah...
So unfair, just cos he didn't declare his savings
when he was claiming his unemployment.
What savings does he have?
My redundancy from the pits. I gave it him when he were little,
during the divorce from his mum. She were f...
It's complicated. Do you have any idea where he might have gone,
you know, where he could be hiding out?
Well, you lent him your garage.
POLICE RADIO COMMS
Can we go in? Yes, sir.
OK...
Shit!
So Scott's been withdrawing in increments
the entirety of his dad's redundancy
over the last three months in cash.
Cleared out the final amount on Saturday...
..a little over 15 grand.
Oof!
Close this.
What the hell does that mean?
I don't know, but it's not good.
You're listening to Mansfield Radio. Now, we're just getting word,
and we must stress this is unconfirmed, but following
yesterday's target of a Newstead train, it's hard to believe,
but another arrow attack has been reported in Ashfield.
Now, as it stands, the police have yet to comment on
or confirm what has happened, but we are getting lots of calls and texts
from listeners who are anxious...
BIRDSONG
RAPPING ON DOOR
DOORBELL RINGS
Hi, mate. A delivery for next door, but no-one's in.
Can I leave it with you? Yeah.
Cheers. All right.
Thank you. All right.
CINDERELLA: When's my dad back?
Um, they're just waiting for the ship to dock,
and then they'll try and get a flight back,
but they're on their way.
Does it hurt, do you think, to die?
Oh, my God. Why are you asking me that? Do you not think
I'm doing everything I can not to think about that?!
JULIE SIGHS
CAR DOOR SHUTS
INDISTINCT VOICES
There's something going on at Auntie Cathy's.
POLICE RADIO COMMS
Did I say something that would make the police think...?
Oh, shit, I'm trying to think.
But they arrested them, the Sparrows.
I'm going to call her, me sister. Sod it!
PHONE RINGS
Oh, God.
She knows.
Hi, this is Cathy. Leave a message.
JULIE SIGHS
So, Scott isn't exactly Edward Snowden.
His hacking, such as it is, is self-taught and pretty amateur.
So what's he looking for? Analysts don't know yet.
A lot of it centres on Gary at first, I'd say to the point
of obsessive, but then there's others based locally,
including the solicitor who was targeted this morning.
Chakrabarti. All right, I'll get over there.
How far did you get?
I was on the platform.
Well, we don't need you. Look...
..if these targets have got something to do with Gary's arrest,
then maybe I should stick around. I'd like to, all right?
Come on, then.
CHAKRABARTI: I didn't mean to withhold any, erm,
from when we spoke earlier, I just...
I deal mainly in family law and tax disputes,
not anything to do with, erm... It's all right, just from the beginning.
I've been helping with some wrongful arrest claims from the strike,
a lot of which have been gathering steam since...
..with the campaign around Orgreave and so on.
Over 11,000 miners were arrested during that year. 11,000.
And even though Gary's charges were dropped, he always felt
he'd been blacklisted from then on, pushed out of the job he loved.
He wanted to know more about why he'd been arrested,
who had it in for him, who'd got it wrong. There's...
I'm not a conspiracy nut, tinfoil hat in the basement kind of...
Well, go on.
Do you know what a spy cop is?
Yeah, course. I mean, I never personally, but...
Undercover cops in the, what, '60s and '70s?
There's an inquiry going on now about... Well, into the practices
of one old unit from Scotland Yard. What was it called? Erm...
S... SDS. The Special Demonstration Squad, yes.
And the inquiry is looking into how and why these spy cops
penetrated so-called radical groups.
The unit's been disbanded, though.
But that doesn't help the people
who over 20, 30 years were unlawfully snooped on
by their own government purely because of their politics.
There's long been a belief that this practice was deployed
in mining communities back then, that the Government placed
undercover officers with fictional identities
into the unions or places like this to gain the confidence of the locals
but were secretly feeding back intel to the Met Police,
possibly the Home Office, even the security services.
Gary's beloved NUM not only believe this is all plausible,
they also told him of a rumour they'd picked up...
..about an undercover spy sent to this community.
Possibly that informant singled out Gary as a militant for arrest.
But - and I'm not defending the practice -
these undercover... Spies.
..officers, OK? Officers.
Well, they were following orders, and they buggered off
when it all ended. Yeah, but that's the thing.
Apparently, this undercover officer didn't bugger off.
The rumour, which Gary believed,
is that he never left - quite the opposite.
He said that he stayed, that this was someone who assumed an identity,
moved here in the '80s, spied on people
and then remained here under their fictional persona to this day.
DOOR CLOSES
HE SIGHS
TOILET FLUSHES
Oh, God, I'm sorry. Andy?! I'm sorry. What the hell are you doing?!
I knocked. I knocked. I did knock.
I was on the toilet, for Christ's sake! Oh... Look, I'm sorry,
but I really don't like that you can just walk in.
I brought you this, your package. You were out.
Oh, God. Thank you. Thank you.
There isn't going to be a gate, is there?
There's no gate, is there?
We have a landscape gardener. She's making all the decisions. We just...
That's what all this is.
Just speak to Neel about it.
He's the one with the green fingers, not me.
You could have just talked to me about it
if that's what you wanted, eh?
I'm not a child. No, I know, I know.
I wanted to, I did. I told Neel we should, but he just kept
putting it off. Well, what did he think I was going to do? I'm not...
Oh, God, it just... It just feels like everything's...
Changing. Yeah. Because it is, Andy!
Your son's just got married.
He's not... He's not just your son any more, he's my husband.
And we want a life together.
Right? And...and it's not Neel.
I don't want to feel like you can just come and go when you please.
I don't want to look up and see you standing there, Andy.
And I don't want to hear you come in while I'm having a bloody piss!
I don't think that's unreasonable!
Me and his mother...
His mother isn't here any more!
Yeah. Because she died.
No. No, Andy.
She killed herself.
And everyone pretends otherwise.
And it's not healthy. It's not right.
Because she was dying of that disease.
She was dying inside. Yeah... SHE LAUGHS
I bet she bloody were. For years!
Oh, God...
SHE SIGHS Oh...
Look, that was horrible...
HE EXHALES
# When Bella's comin' hyem at night
# And as she's walkin' doon the street
# The bairns cry oot, "Whe pawned the sheet?
# "Why, drunken Bella Roy, oh!"
# Then she te them gans rattlin', rattlin'
# And they set off a-gallopin', gallopin'
# Legs and arms gan wallopin', wallopin'
# A' for fear of Bella Roy
# Noo, when she's ganning through the chares
# The bairns begin to shout... #